Owey

I know the world doesn’t really need more grossness, especially after my chicken vein post, but I have to share some pain.

Ladies, imagine this (men, you can try too):
It’s a nice happy relaxed afternoon. You are getting ready to head out to met with uber sex-pot boyfriend. You go through your regular everyday get pretty routine. After you bathe and blow dry your hair you heat up your hair straightening iron. Pop in an Angel DVD. Happy happy. Life is good. Grab a chunk of hair, tug it through the straighten iron-- pretty shiny straight hair. Another handful of hair, another, and another. Then you go to run the iron through yet another chunk but the hair doesn’t seem to slide through.

Pause.

Then yelp when your little pain sensors finally reach your brain to say, “idiot, hot… hot! HOT!… um… you just sandwiched your earlobe between two hot metal plates. Good job”.

And this is the result after one week of healing and lots of Neosporin.



E-sympathy requested.